I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

But to my mind, though I am native here, And to the manner born, it is a custom, More honored in the breach than the observance.

Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules, but beware instinct. The lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter. I was a coward on instinct.

We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers Deny us for our good; so find we profit By losing of our prayers.